The Journey of the Demon Hunter

This is a relatively remote place in Topkapi Palace. It was one of several target rooms that Zelin found when he came to search the statue last time. He was familiar with it. This room should be used as a spare servant's residence. The various furniture and decorations in the room appear to be very simple, incompatible with the luxurious palace. But this is exactly what he needs. According to his last understanding, the servants here won't be back before ten o'clock. He has enough time.

After Tariq woke up, when he found himself tied to a chair, he did not show any timid expression, but cursed Zelin.

"No comment? Do you think I tied you up just for fun? Your Excellency Tariq? You think I'm just collecting money and helping people erase some unpleasant guy in the world. You look like you. It's like a loyal person, to Ottoman, to the prince." Zelin narrowed his eyes slightly, and his appearance made it difficult for Tariq to tell where he came from and who he was taking orders from. This is his advantage.

"Who do you think your bluff can scare? You won't get any benefit from me. I will be very happy to see you and the master behind you hanged on a wooden stake outside the city!"

If it were normal, Tariq's appearance would probably make Zelin hesitate, wondering if he had caught the wrong person. But the demon hunter wouldn't do anything uncertain. Tariq thought he had just woke up, but Zelin had already used the Seal of Acxi to extract some of the information he needed from his mouth. He was unconscious and could only answer a few simple questions and answers-yes or no, but that was enough.

"But before that, I think there will be another person who needs to be punished for treason." Zelin took out the letter found in the Templar stronghold. He stared closely into Tariq's eyes. "I was ordered to investigate this. Someone in the palace colluded with the Byzantine rebels and even sold arms to them. All the evidence I found points to you, Tariq. You better have an explanation, otherwise I have the right to be here. Execute you."

In the previous interrogation, he discovered that Tariq only knew that he was connected to the Byzantines, but that he did not know the specific stronghold of the Templars. Unfortunately, if Francesca were here, Zelin wouldn't have to be so troublesome. While in Skyrim, he was very impressed with the use of mind-reading skills by the Sorceress.

The first thousand two hundred and eighty-one chapters pro-military plan

Hearing Zelin's words, Tariq's eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't seem to expect that other people would know about his contact with the Byzantines.

"Who sent you here?"

Zelin responded to Tariq with the same attitude.

"No comment."

The demon hunter knew what to do at this time, he would not show any hesitation or softening to make Tariq suspicious. Years of experience prevented him from relaxing because of the other party's release. Perhaps this was a temptation for Tariq.

In any case, Tariq does have a connection with the Templars. Zelin believes that the Templars who can communicate with the Sudanese commander are not ordinary mercenaries, but those who can buy a thousand guns. The status of the Templars is certainly not low, maybe as Ezio expected, the person who wrote this order letter was Manuel, the leader of the Byzantines.

"Maybe you got the situation wrong, Tariq, now you are a traitor, and your crime is enough to make you lose all your positions. You are not the commander of the Sudanese army. What qualifications do you have to ask my purpose and motives?!"

Zelin was sitting opposite Tariq, and the brazier beside the stone pillar was burning with dark red flames, stretching his shadow on the ground very long. He controlled his nerves very well and made himself extremely indifferent. This expression covered his inner activities very well. Tariq's eyes were uncertain. The pro-army commander was probably over forty years old, but He still couldn't see through Zelin's true thoughts. It could be seen that Tariq didn't want to surrender so early, or to put the initiative in dialogue so early.

The demon hunter looked down at the dagger in his hand, and the dagger bound by the white cloth strips reflected the dazzling cold light under the firelight. He began to clean his nails with a dagger, without saying a word. Tariq's face was sullen and uncertain. He was a pro-army leader, but now he is treated like this. Judging from his current behavior, not only can he be tied to a wooden chair like this, but his neck is also only one step away from the twisted rope.

Zelin hesitated to see why Tariq was--he never made his identity positive.

But one thing is not good for the demon hunter. If he kills Tariq, it is tantamount to cutting off one of the most valuable clues himself. This kind of opportunity is not available all the time, and he does not want to let the opportunity just miss him.

Only a few seconds passed, and the room that was originally filled with screams was quiet for so long, and an unbearable sense of depression was permeated. Zelin moved his shoulders and listened with satisfaction to the comfortable soft sounds of the joints.

Francesca deliberately lowered the voice into Zelin's ears. "What are you thinking?"

Before this question was finished, the female warlock realized what Zelin was doing.

"...Use the seal rune to affect his spirit and make him unable to concentrate?"

Zelin wasn't really cleaning his nails with the tip of a dagger. Although this kind of action seemed to make people nervous, the female warlock recognized the rune pattern of Zelin's lightly stroked finger gestures. Yaxie Fayin is not directly invading the target's consciousness, but is influencing the opponent's spirit.

Time passed by every minute and every second. Zelin counted silently in his heart, and he heard a faint sigh in his ears just after the thirtieth number passed.

"I have never betrayed my country. No matter who sent you here, everything I have done is to protect this country." Tariq's eyes flashed with a gleam, and there was no feeling of being a prisoner. Or the decadence of the conspiracy being exposed. "I'm planning an ambush, and when the Templars believe me, I can draw them out of the lair and catch them all!"

"Evidence? Prove to me."

"In seven days, in seven days I will meet Manuel, the leader of the Templars, and I told him that he must talk to me in person to sell him more muskets. I set the location in the armory, and I sell it to They will be able to trust them with guns, and then I can take all the information of the Templars hidden in all parts of the empire and destroy them all at once."

Tariq paused, licked the corner of his mouth, and continued, "The Byzantines have a town hidden in a rock in Cappadocia. My spy has gone to Cappadocia. After the spy destroys their base, he loses The Templars in the stronghold can only choose to believe the arrangements I gave them. Then I will tell them that there is an abandoned village in the mountains of southern Asia Minor. I will arrange them there, and then the Sudanese army will take them all Destroyed in the mountains. I have here a letter from Manuel that he would like to meet."

Zelin was silent for a while looking at the letter found from the military commander.

"Your behavior, I will tell the person who sent me. After seven days, I will pay attention to your meeting with Manuel."

"I can give you a set of Sudanese pro-military uniforms so that you can follow the people you meet. You can't tell others. This matter must be kept strictly confidential. Leaking any wind will make the previous actions fall short!" It seems to be related to it. Tariq was a little excited about the plan to pull out the Templars embedded in the Ottomans, besides, he did not betray the country, there is no need to have any guilty conscience. And this plan will be about whether he can pull his country back from the edge of turmoil.

Zelin shook his wrist, the dagger made an arc in the air, and the rope that bound Tariq broke.

"I don't need this. You won't know where I am, but I will watch your deal with Manuel. Otherwise, after seven days, it will not be me who will come to you, but the soldiers who come to arrest you."

Maybe there are some loopholes in the words of the demon hunter. It was only because Tariq’s spirit was impacted that the flaws were not discovered at the first time. Perhaps it was simply because Tariq wanted his plan not to be disturbed, or because In the previous words of the Demon Hunter, he subconsciously put Zelin and himself on the position of trying to solve the Templars to save the country. But this is enough for Zelin, and Manuel will come to Constantinople in seven days and meet Tariq in the armory.

For the looted things, if they are not stored in the various strongholds in Constantinople, then only in the towns they control. They would not put the looted valuables in a remote and uninhabited village, which is not in line with the practice of the Templars. Unless the Byzantines have a base area that even Tariq has not probed.

No one knew how he would have anything to do with his brother. Even if Tariq found out that Zelin was just bluffing, he would only be investigated. At that time, the demon hunter had no idea how long he had left the world.

The first thousand two hundred and eighty-two chapters are over

The banquet at Topkapi Palace has ended. The guests walked to the gate of the palace under the **** of guards, and left after saying goodbye to each other in the square. When Zelin left, he did not go straight away, but waited for a while in the palace to observe what happened later.

The palace had fallen into silence, with only the footsteps of guards patrolling and the rushing figures of servants. The moonlight sprinkled a piece of silver thread on the tower, and Zelin's shadow appeared and disappeared between the battlements. After Tariq came out, he talked with a Sudanese soldier, but he did not send others to follow Zelin's trail, but went straight to the banquet hall. The demon hunter saw the Sudanese soldiers dragging the corpses through the corridor of the palace. The sky was very dark, but Zelin could still see the attire of the corpses, wealthy merchants from other places rather than Turkish musicians. A battle broke out here, and the assassins seemed to have won.

On the city wall, Zelin saw Ezio, the assassin mentor had put on his own gray suit.

"Zelin, we are looking for you everywhere, where have you been? You never thought of what happened in the palace."

"I've encountered some troubles. It has something to do with the pro-army leader Tariq." Zelin climbed over the battlements and landed on the walkway of the city wall. There was no one nearby, only a breeze curled up the hem of the demon hunter's cloak. "What happened in the palace? I guess there was a battle inside? I saw soldiers hauling corpses."

"Tariq? Tariq found you?" Ezio did not directly answer Zelin's question, but asked a little surprised. It sounded that he didn't think that things in the palace were more important than being discovered by Tariq. This made Zelin's heart relieved. The battle in the palace should not be much different from what he expected.

"No, but I want to bypass him, so I wasted a lot of time." Zelin glanced into the palace, then looked back. "Tell me, what happened here?"

Ezio told Zelin in detail what happened at the party. The Templar tried to assassinate Prince Suleiman, but was blocked by the assassin. Listening to the description of Suleiman by the Assassin Instructor, he temporarily remembered the prince he had never met before. The Templars tried to assassinate him, which means that the Templars believed that Suleiman might threaten their actions in Ottoman. Zelin is very interested to find out about people who can make the Templars feel threatened.

The Assassins gained a lot in this party. They got an unexpected ally. Prince Suleiman is willing to cooperate with Ezio and the Brotherhood to deal with the Byzantines who are just about to move under the calm surface.

"Suleiman just arranged for his uncle, Prince Ahmed, and Tariq to have a meeting. The atmosphere of the meeting was terrible. I can be sure that someone in Topkapi Palace is cooperating with the Byzantines." This result They didn't want to see it, which meant that the Templars had taken root in Osman more firmly than they expected. But now, Ezio received the assistance of Prince Suleiman, barely able to make up for the Brotherhood's disadvantage in this regard.

"Any suspect?"

"Tarik, Prince Suleiman and I suspect that it was Tarik deliberately letting in the assassins of the Templars. He leads the army. Without his instruction, the Templars could not sneak in. Tarik is very capable. , Is also very ambitious, and supports Prince Selim, rather than the current Crown Prince Ahmed. Ahmed believes that Tariq did this deliberately in order to undermine his prestige and make people think that he is connected to a city They are not well managed."

Zelin frowned slightly, he heard the contradiction in Topkapi Palace in Ezio's words. The old sultan liked his second son and made Ahmed the crown prince. The eldest son of the sultan, Prince Selim met the sultan with swordsmen. The ministers of Constantinople supported Ahmed, but Tariq, who was in control of the Sudanese army, admired Selim. Nowadays, Prince Selim and Sultan Bayezett have disappeared from people’s sight after a great war, so that the Ottoman Empire is now in this weird and delicate balance.

"Why don't you doubt Prince Ahmed? Suleiman is the son of Prince Selim. Killing him is good for him to protect the crown prince."

"Prince Ahmed, he is more...not assertive." After thinking about it in his mind, Ezio came up with a more appropriate adjective. "And you may not know that Prince Suleiman supports the Sultan, which is his grandfather's decision. I plan to investigate Tariq, and we should be able to find clues in this regard."

"Actually, I have a clue now." Zelin said to Ezio after considering it in his heart. He trusts Ezio very much, and what this kind of thing tells him may have unexpected effects in other ways. "Tariq, when I was entangled with him, I inquired about one thing. He might meet with the Knights Templar in the armory seven days later."

Ezio widened his eyes unexpectedly, "Are you sure?"

"It's very likely." Zelin shrugged. "I can't say it must be so, but after seven days, we will go to the armory together. Even if there is no gain, we will not lose anything. Also, don't tell anyone else, Ezio, I am worried that this matter will leak out, they Will change the plan."

"Yes, we have to be cautious." The assassin instructor nodded. He sighed softly. The cold night wind turned his exhaled breath into a cloud of white mist in front of him. The night in Constantinople was like this. It was cold and humid. The cold wind from the northern Black Sea seemed to cover the city in ice. Down. Ezio fought a cold war, and they stood on the wall of Topkapi Palace in a strong wind. "Let's go, Yousef has returned to Galatia headquarters with the other brothers."

Zelin took a deep breath, and the cold air poured into his lungs. He wiped his forehead and found that his forehead was already covered with sweat at some point, and it seemed a bit chilly under the blowing of the night breeze. Ezio stood on the battlement, opened his arms, jumped down and then steadily fell into the pile of straw below. Zelin smiled bitterly. He wouldn't have such a leap of faith that couldn't be explained by science or magic, so he could only climb down the outer wall.

"After you come back, I need to perform a physical examination on you." Francesca's voice appeared abruptly in her ears. "I have to evaluate what effect magic will have on your body. You often travel through the world's portals, and your body experiences more chaotic magic power than ordinary wizards. Don't believe too much about your physique and demon hunter. Resilience."

What reason does Zelin have to refuse?